A Little Too Much Read Count : 26

Category : Poems

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How'd I end up here? Where nothing comes out clear? I'm quite sick of being here, I feel like I'm staring at headlights like a fucking deer. I can't be myself so I start to fear, no more messaging or talking too much so it's  get the fuck out of here. Now I feel I can't listen to my heart so I get lost in the bathroom mirror looking at myself with this hate and I can't help but get angrier. Maybe it'll help if I drink a 2-1-1 lager, then maybe have another. It's getting harder, trying to keep myself from going under, but every time we lose touch, I'm left fucking drowning here. 

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